Bullied By Zayn Malik.

Chapter 3: Flashbacks.

*Harry's POV*

**FLASHBACK**

I was walking down the hall, my head down just wanting this day to end. I hated it here, I wish my mom would let me switch schools. I had no friends, and suddenly his big tough guy wants to turn me inside out. What did I ever do to him? I sighed, stuffing my hands in my pockets. I was thinking about skipping school tomorrow, when suddenly I heard weeping. I looked around, and spotted Louis, sitting on the ground crying, and covering his nose in pain. Zayn had gotten a good shot at him, and shattered his nose completely. I got beside him and called the nurse, and didn't leave his side once. When I discovered it was Zayn who had caused his pain, I was shocked.

"Zayn?" I asked. "Zayn Malik?" Lou nodded his head, laying down on the nurses couches. "He said I was "gay fag" for being in the musical this year.. and before I knew it, BAM, he broke my nose." He explained. I bit my lip and looked away. "What's wrong?" he asked, tying to sit up. But he got dizzy from his injury, so he laid back down. "...Zayn picks on me too." I finally said, looking back over at him. He seemed shocked at first, "Really?" I slowly nodded, then rolled up my shirt, revealing my bruised-covered stomach and ribs. "Him and his friends got me at the football field the other day. Let's just say it wasn't the ball they were kicking around.." My voice trailed off as I put my shirt back down. He winced, as if he felt my pain. "I'm sorry Harry. That seems much worse than this." he said, pointing to his nose. But I simply shook my head. "Non sense, my bruises will dissappear soon. Your nose is going to take months to heal." He smiled faintly, and I smiled back.

Suddenly the nurse walked in, leading a blonde haired boy with striking blue eyes. Well, one was blue, the other was black and swollen. "Room for one more?" she sighed. Louis nodded, moving his feet so he could sit down. I recognized this boy, he was in my math class. He came here this year, from Ireland. Niall, I think his name was. He sat down, holding back tears. He spoke not a word, I didn't blame him. "Dear, put this on your eye." The nurse told him, handing him a blue ice pack. He took it, and muttered "Thank you" silently. His Irish accent was hard to miss. I smiled. She sighed, "You kids dropping like flys today! What's going on?" All three of us knew, but we dared not to speak a word. Zayn would have our heads if we squealed. So we simply shrugged our shoulders. "Bad luck I guess.." I mumbled. She seemed suspicious, but the phone on her desk suddenly rang. She hurried off. "Hey.." Louis said, sitting up slowly. But the blonde boy didn't move his eyes, well eye, from the ground. Louis moved towards him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He jumped at his touch, and slowly looked at him, letting a single tear fall from his eye. Louis gently wiped it away, "Did a boy named Zayn Malik do this to you, by any chance?" he spoke softly, like nothing was wrong. The Irish boy didn't speak, but he nodded his head slightly, sniffling. Louis let a small smile spread on his lips. "Well you aren't alone, my friend." Niall seemed confused, but he studied Lou's face more carefully. His hand rose up, and barley touched Louis's nose, and under his eyes; which were beginning to turn black. "He broke your nose." he finally said, softly of course. Louis nodded with a smile, and shrugged it off like it was nothing. "Yeah... Shit happens." he said with a cheeky grin. This made the boy laugh. He had a very loud, obnoxious laugh, but he was so cute, you couldn't help but smile and laugh with him. "I'm Niall." He said, after his laughter died out. Ha! I was right! "I'm Louis, and that's Harry." I waved, he smiled. "Dear me!" Our nurse cried out, hanging up her phone. Another child is hurt. Something is going on around here! You boys will be okay alone for a minute, right?" We nodded, and then she took off. Niall seemed to get real quiet again, and he lookd almost.. guilty.

"You okay Niall?" I asked, looking at him. He nodded his head, but bit his lip. "You can talk if you want to, we'll listen." Louis assured. He stayed silent for a few more minutes, before taking a deep breath. "I know who that call is about." he started, not looking up. "Who?" me and Lou asked together, as if cued. He sighed, "When Zayn started picking on me, this kid ran up to him and told him to leave me alone and screw off.." he wasn't finished, but my mouth dropped open. Who had the guts to stand up to Zayn? "Zayn pushed him down and told him to.. eff off, and then turned back to me. resulting in my eye. But all that did was push that kid into anger mode. he swung a punch at Zayn and actually hit him hard in jaw." Me and Lou gasped, who was this heroic kid?! "I was surprised Zayn didn't hit back. Instead, he just smiled and got closer to him. Then he pushed him, and he fell backwards down the stairs.." he voice trailed off, and his eyes released tears with ease. "I can't help but think it's my fault."